Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Fake Names

[Intro:]
Uh,
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Mic check-check-check!
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh!
Survival of the fittest, my nigga.
Check, check, check!
I need a check, check, check,
Bitch, uh, yeah, uh!

[Chorus:]
Shit's so real, gotta use fake names,
Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain. (My brain)
Erica said I never changed, (Never changed)
Lifestyles of the insane.

[Verse 1:]
You was like a brother to me, no other to me,
Swear I would trade my life for yours, I knew you was fuckin' with me,
Found out some niggas fucked your wife and we put them bitches to sleep,
Ain't goin' to say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky G.
Now Ricky G, he had a cousin named Yella with bricks of yola,
Had a Mexican that came 'cross the border to Arizona,
They was gettin' shit for seventeen,
Tossin' shit to me for twenty-eight,
Bitch go for thirty-one, I barely ate.
Seen them niggas frown when I started breakin' that shit down,
Said I need more time with them chickens, I'm out here makin' rounds,
Jealous niggas want they twenty-eight up front now,
I bought all the damn clientele, we could have ran the town.
But fuck it, you cut the price, then I fly to Phoenix,
Said if you ain't coppin' like twenty, then, cocksucker, beat it!
They put Yella Boy on the evening news,
Devil on my shoulder said, "Fuck friends 'cause cash rules!"

[Chorus:]
Shit's so real, gotta use fake names,
Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain, uh,
Christina said I never changed, (Never changed)
Lifestyles of the insane.

[Verse 2:]
I done walked through hell in these size 12's,
Speak it from my own mouth before I let the time tell,
Dream team legal, I never take an L,
Courtroom, funeral fresh, Givenchy my lapel.
Pourin' up, foreigned up, three bricks, I'm a hundred up,
Jack a pussy, blow his pack, that's how you fuck the summer up,
Fuck it up, bottled up, your hoes fuck for followers,
Vanessas, Carries, tiger lilies, bitch, I'm super modeled up.
Well, pimp that,
My hoes twist it fat, she roll ten Backwoods out the zip, yeah,
Pasadena Rena came to Vegas, it was lit, yeah,
Crystal Lynn came all the way to Denver for the dick, yeah,
Had to cancel my Miami trip, that bitch was sick, yeah!
Put me on, always put me on,
Then labor sixteen hours, need to put me on,
Drop a zone, dope ain't lockin' up, this shit done took too long,
Shout out to BO and Charlie Mack, man, bring them niggas home,
Most my dawgs got life in jail from conversations on the phone,
I bought my first mansion, told my mama leave that dope alone. (Forget that)
Used to get ten bricks Dominicano off the lip, yeah,
Put that on my nephew Luciano, we the shit, yeah, (Lucci)
Bitch, I put your pussy in the mail, I need to see it, yeah,
Abby used to follow me on tour, that shit was lit, yeah!
Put me on, Freddie, put me on, (She was like)
Put me on, Otis, put me on.

[Outro:]
I used to love that bitch, though.
Yeah, Kane!
Yeah, yeah, remain.
Yeah, yeah, put me on, put me on.
Put me on, Lambo, put me on.
Put me on, Egon, put me on, uh, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!

Ha, ha, ha, hello!
All my niggas, man, they ready,
It is time once again for that motherfucker.
Madlib the Beat Konducta, straight from California,
So light the motherfucking weed up, bitch!
Turn the sound up, let us go!
And as usual, no fuck boys,
Real niggas only.

Kane, baby!